Questions
By:Hermione L. Granger
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, or the song line mentioned.
A/N: Two fluffs in one day??? GO ME!!
Did she plan it? Did she plan the way she'd tilt her head, the way the sun light made her cheeks shine? Was the fact that her teeth pearly white something she had spent hours on? Or was it a natural thing? Was her voice naturally that beautiful? Did she plan this jealousy I feel?
I hear her singing her song, their song. Their song.
"Just call me angel of the morning, angel. Just touch my cheek before you leave me, oh baby."
Did she plan that on purpose? Did she stay up late every night, planning how she'd ripe out my heart, how she'd make every minute with her shine? How I'd feel if she left, how I felt that she was with him, and not with me? Was this some kind of cruel punishment for all the jokes I played on her?
Or does she see it too? She looks at me, she smiles. That beautiful smile, that irresistible smile. I love her for that smile, but even more for who she is. How she never let me down, yet always surprised me with her caring. Her caring for me.
She doesn't know I love her. She'll never know. I won't let her, this is a secret I tell no one. So I will continue, in my silence, watching her, and loving her.
By:Hermione L. Granger
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, or the song line mentioned.
A/N: Two fluffs in one day??? GO ME!!
Did she plan it? Did she plan the way she'd tilt her head, the way the sun light made her cheeks shine? Was the fact that her teeth pearly white something she had spent hours on? Or was it a natural thing? Was her voice naturally that beautiful? Did she plan this jealousy I feel?
I hear her singing her song, their song. Their song.
"Just call me angel of the morning, angel. Just touch my cheek before you leave me, oh baby."
Did she plan that on purpose? Did she stay up late every night, planning how she'd ripe out my heart, how she'd make every minute with her shine? How I'd feel if she left, how I felt that she was with him, and not with me? Was this some kind of cruel punishment for all the jokes I played on her?
Or does she see it too? She looks at me, she smiles. That beautiful smile, that irresistible smile. I love her for that smile, but even more for who she is. How she never let me down, yet always surprised me with her caring. Her caring for me.
She doesn't know I love her. She'll never know. I won't let her, this is a secret I tell no one. So I will continue, in my silence, watching her, and loving her.
